Outdated Co-Signs - Intellectual

[Chorus: Chris Crack]

I ain’t fucking with you man

And they tried to rob my bed

There’s not a bitch that I’m gon’ save

And you can catch me with the gang

I want the printer fuck your whole night

I was always known for bringing hoes out

Now I need my stove top, cooking

I was book, mistooken for a nigga

Took me down, had to wait for prints

What assignment to a lighter bid

The birds still be flying in, I’m pining

Higher feeling, soldiers rolling blunts

As fat as Oprah coast to coast, your cope aesthetic

Hey, don’t load that weapon, just run this fade

Razed the spot, they locked him down

A hundred days, love in Chicago, it’s just something fake

I fell out of love this summer, noticed it the other day

Never left my humble state, shop, drink, eat a plate

Stunting on these rappers, should have seen they face

Like Jesus saved, bust in that shit, don’t wet that shit

I fly by night, come ride my bike

Shine so bright, black all my shit

Don’t call my shit nothing else than what it is

I found my kids, they hate they dad

I’m busy out here chasing bags

Edward Scissorhands in a Jason mask

Get out my way, I’m too far gone

Fuck what you thought, I been on my own

I don’t think twice about what you like, no no

Fuck what you like, this is my life

This is my life, this is my life